Childhood Again
After "Where The Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends,
but I've not found it again; a place
where real life falls away at last
and magical things await their friend,
the one lost in childhood's grownup waste ~
the castle, the princess, kingdoms vast,
the knight, and the nightingale to send
its song to the midnight moon, then lace
from morning mist erase so sun may cast
its warmth upon the day.
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